Pain fetish

Chapter 4 "I'm So Painful..."

The night was exciting for the first time.

Fu Ge walked quickly to open the door, and the light from the bedroom instantly projected into the dark corridor, as if tearing a hole in the night.

And Qi Han stood in the middle of that opening, dispelling all his fears.

"Good evening, sir."

Fu Ge's eyes were covered with an old light. He took a deep breath and felt that he should say something as a response to "work harder next time".

So he clenched his fists and spoke in a low voice: "You are very handsome tonight."

Qi Han smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Smart words."

Fu Ge didn't know how to respond. In fact, his mind is now full of thoughts about how to keep Qi Han tonight. No matter whether the other party wants him or not, Fu Ge doesn't want to be alone. The endless nightmares make him unable to breathe angry.

He walked to the sofa and simply knelt down.

"Come here." Qi Han stopped him, his eyes swept over his knees, his chin touched the bed, "Sit down."

Fu Ge nodded, walked over awkwardly, glanced at the bed, then at Alpha, pulled down his trouser chain stiffly, and couldn't help asking carefully when he pulled it halfway: "Mr. Do I do it?"

Qi Han lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Don't do it, just get it out."

Fu Ge's fingertips trembled slightly, and it occurred to him that Qi Han had never had sex with him a month after the reunion, and only used his mouth occasionally, and today is the day with the highest frequency, but obviously his skills are not satisfactory .

Fu Ge was a little frustrated, his fingertips curled up.

The beta was boring, so Qi Han couldn't arouse any interest.

So he worked very hard tonight.

Clasping it with both hands, the capacity is very deep, the mouth is so full that it is almost impossible to breathe, and while working hard, he raised his eyes to look at Qi Han.

However, before he could get his hair out of sight, he was suddenly grabbed by someone, "Um—" Fu Ge raised his head in pain, and in the next second, a few fingers were caught in his mouth by surprise, and he was violently messing with it.

"Put away your tiger teeth." Qi Han commanded condescendingly, "Otherwise I'll break it off."

Fu Ge sobbed and raised his eyes, his chin was already full of crystals, dripping down a few fingers, "It's... sir."

In the end, it was Qi Han who took back the initiative and pressed the back of his neck forcefully, the dirt dripped all over the floor, soaking his pajamas.

Fu Ge stood up covering his mouth, and said vaguely, "Sir, wait for me."

Then he quickly ran into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. While cleaning, he thought that the action must be fast, so that Qi Han could not wait too long, and racked his brains to figure out how to keep him. It is best to take the opportunity to ask yourself What kind of mistake did Qi Han make so much in his heart?

However, his body has been numb for too long, and he has even formed a dull and dull muscle memory, so Fu Ge's "hurried" movements look very uncoordinated.

He was like a little robot just learning human movements, so clumsy that he bumped into the door frame three times like a small spinning top when he was going in and out of the door.

After finally knocking himself out, Fu Ge ran out with the same hands and feet, his movements were so cheerful that it could barely be described as "excited".

"Well sir, I—"

After a pause, his smile froze immediately, seeing that there was no one beside the bed, Qi Han had already left, and the bed was as flat as if no one had come in.

"It's packed..."

He sniffed, raised his head and looked towards the door, his lips trembling unnaturally.

A gust of wind blew across the glass, his shoulders tightened in fright, and he ran to Qi Han's door at a trot. When he saw the crack that seemed to be reserved for him, he almost shed tears, but the next second, Qi Han's voice bleed out—

"Find a few omega, knowledgeable and interesting, don't beta."

"What else could be the reason? There is no pheromone and no estrous wood. It's clear and boring."

Fu Ge froze when his fingers stiffened.

He lowered his head and stood there for a long time, until he seemed to have really turned into a piece of wood, before he turned and walked downstairs.

I don't want to experience the hot flush of clothes soaked in cold sweat again, and it's really uncomfortable to cover my body with the quilt airtight.

So he gave up sleep and started painting in the living room.

Afraid that the light would be too bright to disturb Qi Han, Fu Ge only turned on a small night light. The dim light did not give him any sense of security. He could only hug the drawing board and shrink himself into a small ball, and he would not even notice it unless he looked carefully.

He said it was drawing, but it was actually just scribbling randomly. For some reason, it was difficult for him to lift his arm, and the pen tip kept shaking when it touched the paper.

Someone came down the stairs. It was too dark. Fu Ge couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see his wrist clearly. It was wrapped with several circles of dark blue ribbons, and there was a knuckle-sized pendant hanging on the ribbons. Silver prayer wheel.

But he knew it wasn't Qi Han, because that person's tone was too childish.

"Why are you still painting? Aren't you afraid of mosquitoes?" He asked angrily, with a childish tone.

Before Fu Ge could react, he saw him walking over quickly, grabbed his wrist, and begged aggrievedly: "Brother, stop drawing, you have been bitten by mosquitoes on your arms one, two, three, four... ...several packages."

After finishing speaking, he muttered again: "I'm not even willing to take a few bites."

Fu Ge's cheeks flushed, and he took a paintbrush and wiped a stroke on his forehead like muscle memory, "Be honest."

After speaking, I was stunned.

But the man just sat down, lay on his lap, and rubbed back and forth like a large clingy dog, "Am I not honest enough? You don't let me call my wife in front of outsiders. I have endured it for a week. I have to call enough this time!"

As he spoke, he turned around and held Fu Ge's waist, looking up at him: "Wife wife wife wife wife wife! Stop looking at the painting, look at me!"

Fu Ge couldn't utter a single word after being tortured by him, but his lips curled up instinctively, his dark eyes were gradually filled with fragments of light, like a dull robot endowed with human consciousness, and his whole body became a little more agile point.

"Why are you still acting like a baby? Do I still have less time to look at you every day? Besides, isn't looking at paintings just looking at you?"

The drawing paper turned a page at some point, and the latest one showed a naked young alpha, with a perfect body, strong muscles, and every line was full of strength, but he made a posture of turning his back and turning his head. sunny and sexy.

"You still said, how difficult it is for me to chase you! I have been a mannequin for your club for free for half a year."

He looked as if he had suffered a lot, "My young body has been seen all over!"

Fu Ge rubbed his head amusedly, and coaxed along the hair: "Okay, okay, thank you for your sacrifice, you have a great figure!"

"That's about the same..." He snorted, "But you are hard enough to follow, I drew you guys for free for a semester, and at the end of the semester, those omegas lined up and asked for my contact information, just you ! I passed through your whole world naked, but you didn't even remember my name!"

He turned his head in anger and buried his face in Fu Ge's belly.

Fu Ge lowered his head shyly and sweetly, and kissed his eartips like a cat, with a gentle and loving voice, "Okay, you already knew when I fell in love with you, but it's not later than you at all."

"Oh, then why do you always ignore me?"

"That's not because of rumors that Colonel doesn't like beta—"

After the words fell, Fu Ge was stunned for a moment, he didn't like beta... He rolled these on the tip of his tongue, his heart pounding.

"All right, all right." The man got up, put his cold palm on his head, and rubbed it twice, "I heard that painters can't help beautifying their lovers with paintbrushes, let me see if my brother has put my capital Make it bigger!"

Fu Ge's face turned hot, "You...you're just hearing it."

He opened the drawing board, trying to find the most perfect one, but found that except for the first one, the rest of the paintings were all destroyed, either scratched by a paper knife or painted with messy lines.

The man's voice sounded from the side, but at the moment it seemed low and cold: "Brother, haven't you found it yet?"

Fu Ge inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, "Wait a minute, I, I'll be right away."

The man suddenly gave a startled voice, "Give it to me!" He grabbed his hand and snatched the drawing board.

When Fu Ge turned his head, he saw that blurred face suddenly became hideous and terrifying, with bleeding from all the orifices, and he rushed towards him with his bloody mouth open!

"Help!"

He screamed and fell off the sofa, staggered and ran out, and the scene that flashed back hundreds of times in the nightmare suddenly came into view.

The dark basement, the rough horsewhip, the rope around the wrist, and the videotape played on repeat all fell into place in the living room.

The monster behind him chased after him, "Brother, what are you running for?"

"Don't come here! Don't come here!" Fu Ge screamed in dismay, and rushed up the stairs, his ankle was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he stretched his arms desperately to grab the steps, but he was dragged down mercilessly.

"Let me go...I beg you to let me go..." He closed his eyes tightly, slapped the person behind him, and struggled desperately, "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't do it, no I...not me..."

"Xiao Ge!" A sharp low voice called out his consciousness.

Fu Ge raised his hands and gasped for a long time, then turned his head trembling, opened his eyes, "Mr... sir?"

"It's me." Qi Han looked at him with scarlet eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

"He's here...he's here to catch me..." Fu Ge stood up and pointed to the center of the living room, "He won't let me go—"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ge was stunned.

The living room was brightly lit and empty, and the drawing board, night light, chains, and the monster with its bloody mouth all disappeared, and there was no trace of anyone sitting on the sofa.

"How...how is it possible..."

Fu Ge shook his head, his eyes were already flushed, he walked to the living room in disbelief, searched the sofa, but couldn't find the crushed pillow.

"Impossible... Impossible, I was here just now..." He muttered to himself like crazy, covered his mouth and turned around twice, then turned his head to look at the stairs , "Sir, listen to me—"

His voice was cut off again, and he became speechless for the third time tonight, and this time it was Qi Han who had just woken him up.

For an instant, everything stands still.

Fu Ge stared straight ahead in a daze, put his fingertips in his mouth and bit hard, until his mouth was full of blood before he could believe that what happened just now had never happened.

He looked at the stairs, then looked behind him, and suddenly let out a laugh almost imperceptibly, and a tear slowly slipped out of his red eyes.

"fake......"

He saw the blanket that had fallen on the side of the stairs, drenched in cold sweat.

He saw the mobile phone he was holding tightly in his hand, and the lit screen was still the chat interface between him and Qi Han.

It's just that the time at 6:39 was blank, except for a reminder to withdraw the message, I didn't receive any reply from the other party.

Qi Han didn't say he was overtime, didn't make him work hard, didn't walk into his room, didn't give him a hug with a fishy smell, and didn't wake him up...

From waking up from the nightmare to now, from one o'clock in the morning to half past midnight, everything that appeared in front of his eyes was nothing but "self-directed and self-acted".

He dances, he cries and laughs, he paints into the void, he even flirts with a cloud of air.

But he was never redeemed...

Whether it was five years ago or five years later, that period of light that he thought could tear apart the night was nothing but his funny and pitiful illusion.

With his heart torn to pieces, Fu Ge really wished he was a grass.

He blinked helplessly, and heard the familiar voice sound again, "Xiao Ge?"

Qi Han was standing at the stairs looking at him, his eyes were red and his pupils were wide open.

The hallucination came again, Fu Ge thought.

He wisely chose to ignore this time, and dragged his body to walk upstairs step by step. When he passed by Qi Han, he was grabbed. Mr. Illusion asked him, "Why don't you lift your feet up?"

Fu Ge was stunned, and followed his gaze to look at his feet, only to realize that his feet had been dripping on the ground all the way, as if he couldn't lift them up.

He moved, but really couldn't lift it up.

"It's too heavy." Fu Ge said.

Mr. Illusion asked, "Why is it heavy?"

Fu Ge tilted his head and thought for a while, "I don't know..."

"You know, think about it carefully."

Some pictures flashed in Fu Ge's head, and a burning pain suddenly appeared on his body, including his ankle.

"There seems to be... something tied to the foot..."

"what?"

Fu Ge raised his eyes: "Iron chains, very thick iron chains."

"Can you open it for me, I won't run away anymore." His trembling lips were chapped and turned white, as if he had begged this sentence countless times before: "Don't you like my ankle the most? Bleeding."

Tears rolled down one after another, Fu Ge curled his lips: "I'm in too much pain..."

But from beginning to end, no one responded to him.

The living room is as quiet as a warm morgue.

Fu Ge stared at Mr. Illusion for half a minute before realizing how ridiculous his begging was.

He shook off Qi Han's hand, and walked up the steps step by step with his feet that could not be lifted, like a walking dead hanging on the elevator, walking from the end of the nightmare to the beginning.

And 10 minutes after he returned to the room, Mr. Hallucination, which should have disappeared, suddenly moved.

With a blank expression on his face, Qi Han touched the lighter and walked outside. Fu Ge's frightened running and crying in the living room were engraved in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

With a "click", sparks suddenly rose.

He sat in the dead of night and smoked all night.

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Huh huh little song, it hurts too 555